Calvary!

In awe I stand beneath that cross

And gaze upon the One;

Full well I know that suff’ring form

Is God’s own precious Son.

 

Calvary!

In fear I stand beneath that cross;

It’s not mere man I see,

But God! Creator! King and Lord

Is dying there for me!

 

Calvary!

In shame I stand beneath that cross,

In shame I hide my face,

For it’s my sin which hung Him there;

He died there in my place.

 

Calvary!

In love I stand beneath that cross

While tears unbidden flow,

To think that He, the sinless One,

Could love a sinner so.

 

Calvary!

In peace I stand beneath that cross;

Sin’s burdens roll away.

The cleansing blood has been applied.

God’s peace has come to stay.

– Geneva Showerman

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